"Playing with money is actually quite boring." Song Xiang held her chin with one hand and suddenly changed the subject.
Everyone looked towards her, Beibei opened her eyes first, "What's the fun thing to do?"
Song Xiang folded his hands on his chest and said in a leisurely voice, "Why don't you take off your clothes if you lose?"
Beibei: "We..."
"Of course it's men's stripping." Song Xiang smiled broadly, ignoring the intense gaze behind her head, and instead turned to Gong Shiheng, "Young Master Gong, please protect yourself."
"That's good!" Beibei immediately clapped her hands, hugged Lu Zechen's arm and shook her, "My dear, you must be in good shape, don't mind."
Lu Zechen rubbed her head and looked at Song Xiang with a smile, "Miss Song's proposal... is very good."
He flicked his tongue at Yan Han and said, "Our Mr. Yan is definitely in good shape. Taking off one or two pieces of clothing is nothing."
Yan Han sat back, tapping the edge of the table with his fingers, and said in a neither salty nor bland tone, "It hasn't been beaten yet, and it's not yet certain who will take it off."
Saying this is tacit agreement.
Beibei cheered, but turned to look at Duan Ge, "Young Master Duan is in great shape, don't you mind?"
Duan Ge held Wen Xin in his arms with a dull expression, "It doesn't matter."
"But I didn't play well." Wen Xin's face dropped and he hesitated, "Otherwise..."
"If I lose, it's me who takes off, not you." Duan Ge is most annoyed by women's coercion. Even if Wen Xin looks good, he will inevitably be a little irritated. He regrets replacing Song Xiang before the game even starts.
Wen Wen was retorted by him on the spot, and she couldn't bear to face him, and her face turned red instantly.
No one cared about the warm mood, Beibei and Lu Zechen cheered up the atmosphere, patted the table and signaled the start.
"Who is the three of spades?" Lu Zechen glanced lazily at the audience.
Gong Shiheng threw out a three of spades.
It's started.
Gong Shiheng's subordinates are Yan Han and Song Xiang.
Yan Han stretched out his hand to draw a card.
Song Xiang took out four kings before he could make a move, and threw them out calmly, "Explode."
There was silence.
Yan Han hummed softly, so softly that it was no different than breathing.
"Is this how landlords play?" Lu Zechen raised his eyebrows and said in a joking tone: "Is she the silly daughter of the landlord's family?"
He threw a bomb at the beginning, and it was a three. Unless he was mentally retarded, it must have been intentional.
Song Xiang propped up her chin and turned to look at Yan Han, with a smile on her face but not a smile on her face, "The landlord is very wealthy, it's just a small explosion."
"Sister's intention is too obvious. She just wants to watch Mr. Yan take off his clothes." Beibei joked with her eyes dim as she hugged Lu Zechen's arm tightly, "No, I also want to watch my brother take off his clothes."
After saying that, she drew a few cards from Lu Zechen's hand and threw them out.
"fry!"
Everyone: "..."
Gong Shiheng held his forehead and smiled helplessly, "You are really..."
He turned to Wen Xin and Duan Ge on his left, "Two, what do you say?"
Wen Xin opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Duan Ge threw out two cards and said, "Wang Zha."
Gong Shiheng raised his eyebrows, grabbed a handful of cards in his hand and laughed dryly, "That's good, I can't afford it."
Naturally, others can’t afford it either.
Duan Ge walked away with a five, Gong Shiheng was the next player, followed by a six, and it was Song Xiang's turn again.
The cards were all in Yan Han's hand, but he had no intention of moving. He kept hugging Song Xiang and held the cards in front of her eyes.
Song Xiang rarely had the opportunity to deal with him openly, so he was not polite at all. He randomly picked out a few cards and threw them out, "It exploded."
Gong Shiheng's mouth twitched and he glanced at Yan Han, "Liu Ye needs to be blown up?"
Yan Han didn't look at him, with a smile of unknown meaning at the corner of his mouth, he said coolly: "Strategic deployment."
Deployment is ridiculous, who throws away bombs as soon as they start playing cards?
Even though Song Xiang was messing around, Beibei and Duan Ge were not smart enough to use bombs, and they had all the bombs in their hands empty in just two rounds.
Except for Gong Shiheng, there were only scattered cards and pairs left on the entire table.
So then there was a situation of discarding cards, and whoever had fewer broken cards had an advantageous position.
Gong Shiheng: "Do you want a flush?"
Everyone: "No."
Gong Shiheng: "In the circle."
Everyone: "No."
Gong Shiheng: "..."
…
"Gone."
After Gong Shiheng threw the last card, he didn't feel any pleasure at all. He only felt very frustrated.
The atmosphere is dry and simply awkward, it would be better not to play at all.
Beibei was the only one who was very excited.
"The landlord lost, take off your clothes! Take off your clothes!"
When she said this, everyone looked at Yan Han.
Song Xiang originally wanted to see Yan Han lose face, but when this exciting moment suddenly came, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
She didn't turn her head, but the person behind her sat upright.
She heard the sound of buttons being unbuttoned, and across from her was a crowd of people watching the show.
Yan Han loosened his sleeves, took off his shirt without any fuss, and threw it on the chair.
He hugged Song Xiang again, and there was only a thin layer of fabric between the two of them. Song Xiang could clearly feel the shape of the man's chest muscles.
She lowered her head slightly and could see Yan Han's arm in front of her. The biceps were beautifully trained, and the lines were smooth all the way to the wrist, and then down to the hand with clear joints. He was not wearing a watch, but there was a mark on his index finger.
A silver ring, low-key showing off invisible dominance and dignity.